A Little Perspective

Monday, July 21, 2008

Say What You Mean

I just wrote this entire blog and then decided to delete it. That's the problem with computers...you can just press a button and erase all of the stupid thoughts you just typed. No record or proof that you ever had them. Sad isn't? Anyways, I would just like to say a little bit on the complication of communication. Now I know you want me to launch into a teen angst avril song about how you make my life complicated and make me frustrated, and make alot of other silly rhymes, but you will be disappointed. I'm not in the rhyming mood. What I want to talk about is the inability we all have to say what we really mean...especially when it comes to members of the opposite sex. I wish I could say I have no fears of simply sitting someone down and telling them how it is, but that would be a lie. I'm insecure just like everyone else. Sometimes though, you just have to call someone out on it. If people did that more often, I think alot of complications could be avoided. It's ridiculous how much our society beats around the bush and plays games with eachother. Everything is a game, and I hate it. Be blunt, tell me what you think, lay it on me, I can take it. Maybe it will hurt, maybe it will stun, maybe it will shock, but at least it will be the truth.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Fake It

The following quote struck me as interesting...
There's this parish priest, goes up to the pope, drops down on his knees, starts weeping, asking forgiveness. "Holy Father, Holy Father, what am I to do? What am I to do? I do not believe in God anymore. What am I to do?" You know what the pope said? "Fake it."
Now I'm not saying that I all of the sudden don't believe in my faith anymore or that my morals have been shaken or something. Just sometimes, somedays, it feels like I'm the priest and everyone else is the pope. There's those people around you who's very presence just screams "Fake it to me." So you plaster on that absurd smile and spin a web of imaginary optimism...ready to tell them whatever they need to hear. But that old saying that if you fake it long enough it will come true, that is one big fat lie. Faking it doesn't make it real. But with everything we have, what right do we have to be unhappy? Yet here it is, that ever present state of discontent and pain. Part of you wants to wallow in it and the other part wants to take a bat to that glass box of isolation you've built around yourself, smashing it to pieces. But there's only so long you can sit there in the box...I think I'll take that bat now.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Long time, No blog

So I guess I've been getting a little lazy when it comes to my blog. Free time continues to elude me. Anyways, a few things that I've learned in the past month...I hate texting, mosquito bites can swell rather quickly, working two jobs can cause slight madness, high school musical is still awesome, and saying things in a british accent makes everything funnier...just to name a few. I also had the profound privelege of finally meeting B-Money on a street corner whilst on my way to the gym. The sun still shines and life is still good. Sometimes people get so caught up in what they're doing or where they think they should be going, but all you need to do is stop and realize what you've already got. Yes gas prices are sky high, no you still can't get enough vacation time to go anywhere, and let's be honest, no one REALLY wants to vote for either presidential candidate this year, but like I said: life is still good.